Chapter 16: Big Picture

Before Taylor’s alarm even went off the next morning, I was awake with an awful feeling in my stomach. I laid perfectly still, hoping it would go away just enough that I could go back to sleep.

Taylor rolled over in bed and sighed, his arms winding gently around me.

“No!” I gasped. “No, don’t touch me!”

He sat up suddenly. “What? Emma, what-“

I shoved myself out of bed and hurried into the bathroom, swinging the door closed behind me. I dropped to my knees, throwing up violently into the toilet.

I coughed and choked loudly, and before I had even finished, Taylor was next to me. He carefully swept my hair back and held it for me while I was sick.

I sighed heavily. Taylor reached past me and flushed the toilet.

“Are you okay?” He asked, gently rubbing a circle into my back. “Let me help you up and get you back to bed.”

“No, no.” I shook my head slowly. “I’ll probably be doing this for a while… I should just stay here.”

“Okay.” He pushed himself up and got me a glass of water from the tap, handing it to me carefully.

“Thank you.” I murmured.

His hand lightly resumed stroking my back again. “I don’t like this. I don’t like you being sick.” Taylor said.

“But in a few months, we’ll have two beautiful babies!” I protested.

He sighed heavily. “I know, I know that… I just hate seeing you so sick. You’ve been doing so well, and this… it just doesn’t seem fair, Sweetie.” He admitted.

“No, no. I want to do this. What if this is our only chance for a baby? I want this.” I argued.

He hesitated. “I’ll stay home from work today. I’ll stay with you, and when you’re feeling a bit better, we’ll start our vacation early.”

“No, no. I’ll be fine. We have a lot of baby stuff to get, we can’t afford for you to take more time off work… And I’ll be fine. Hopefully this won’t last too long…” I pointed out.

He nodded. “Okay. I’ll go shower down the hall, okay? So I won’t disturb you.”

I nodded, distractedly. I could feel my stomach flopping already.

“Can I do anything else?”

“No, no… but you’d better go before it starts again.” I gulped.

He sighed, gently kissing my shoulder before pushing himself up from the floor and leaving the room.

I was glad he left. I hated throwing up in front of him. I was sick several more times, before I finally felt well enough to venture back into the bedroom. I grumpily climbed into bed, jerking the blankets over myself.

“Feeling better?” Taylor asked, walking through the room in his boxers. He disappeared into his closet.

I grumbled unhappily.

He returned in a pair of dress pants and a white shirt. He was buttoning it as he sat on the edge of the bed. “Are you sure you don’t want me to stay?” He asked, buttoning his shirt.

“I’m going to be okay.” I answered.

“Here.” He stood and retrieved the empty garbage bin from the bathroom, placing it next to me on the nightstand. “Just in case.”

“Thank you.” I sighed.

“When should I call you? Around lunch?”

I nodded. “That would be great.”

“Get plenty of rest, okay? And try to eat something… and don’t forget you’ll need to pack for our weekend.”

I nodded. “You’d better get going unless you want to see me throw up again…” I warned.

He frowned and stood. “Okay.” He walked back into the closet and returned with a tie draped around his neck and a suit jacket on.

He crossed the room and kissed my forehead. “I love you. If you need anything, please call me or… or your gran or my mother…”

“I’ll be fine. I was fine yesterday, and the day before…” I rambled, swallowing thickly. I could feel my stomach flopping. “Just go.”

“Okay.” He sighed, leaving the room reluctantly.


I dragged myself up off the bathroom floor, dragging myself into the bedroom and picking up the phone from the nightstand.

“Hello?” I asked weakly.

“Hey, Emma… It’s me, sweetie. Are you feeling any better?” I immediately recognized Taylor’s voice.

“Yes. A little.” I answered.

“Do you want me to come home?” He offered.

“No, no. I’m pretty sure I can throw up without you.” I mumbled bitterly, making my way back to the bathroom. I had set up a handful of pillows, dragged from the bedroom, a blanket and a book to read. I plopped down on the floor and laid down on the pillows. I figured that if I was going to be sick, I might as well be comfortable.

“How is work going?” I asked, before he could say anything else. “Anything exciting?”

“Not really.” He sighed softly. “Same old, same old. I’m very excited for our trip.”

I smiled. “Me too.”

“Have you packed yet?”

“No, I pretty much haven’t left the bathroom… I’m feeling better, though. I should be ready to at least go to the bedroom after a bit.”

“So you haven’t eaten yet?” He said, distractedly.

“No. But it wouldn’t matter, it would have just come back up anyway.”

“Emma, I don’t like this. Maybe we should go back to your doctor, there might be something he can do to help.”

“Tay, it’s fine. Please, just let it go. Even your mom said that morning sickness was common! You just really have to stop worrying about me, Tay.”

He sighed softly. “Okay. But I just can’t help it.”

“I’m feeling a lot better right now, though, see?” I replied. It was only partly true. I was feeling a little better, not a lot. “I’m going to shower, then pack and get ready.”

“I should let you go then,” He offered.

“No, no. I still want to talk for a bit.” I pressed the phone closer to my ear. “So how has work been so far?”

“Well, my boss dumped a whole bunch of extra work on me, and we fired a secretary for making too many long distance calls on the company phone line, so I’ve been answering my own calls…” He sighed. “I could really, really use a cup of coffee.”

“I’ll trade you. You can throw up all morning, and I’ll go to work.”

Taylor sighed. “You’re right. Your day is worse. I’m sorry.”

I smiled. “It’s okay. It’ll all be better when you get home.”

He sighed. “I’m so glad you’re okay with this, because it’s driving me crazy.”

“And we’re going away for the weekend, too right?”

“Of course we are. Make sure you pack, okay sweetie?”

“I will. You still haven’t told me where we’re going…”

“It’s a surprise. I’ve got it all booked, okay? Just be ready to go when I get home.”

“I will.”

“Sweetie, I have to go. My lunch break is almost done. I’m going to try and get everything done so I can get out of here a few minutes early.”

“Okay. I’ll be ready. I love you.”

“I love you too, sweetie. See you soon.” I waited until he hung up the phone before dragging myself up from the floor. I was starving.


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